Spot the Dog

A man's best friend,
A playful little fluff whose
Love knew no ends.

A wild and crazy pal,
His paws dug trenches in the yard
And his saliva carved deep canals.

An excitable little pest,
He once bit my mother, but
I still thought he was the best.

A conniving pain in the ***,
He always too extra care to make
Sure the carpet stained of grass.

A real sack of ****,
He died the way he lived.
He choked on his spit.

Good riddance. I'm getting a cat.

Tumbling up and down the aisle,
Idling in front of the ice cream.
Crying about how that one flavor left,
Letting you hang and dry on a bucket of ice.

Ask yourself, "Is it really worth going through?"

Turn the corner and plunge face first in
Fishy residue that kinda tastes like glue.
Glacial grandmas clogging up the aisle,
Eyes subdued by pretty colored boxes.

Nod yes, "This is what my momma says I want to do."

Hurdle over tantrum throwing toddlers,
Tell yourself how they'll never be like you.
U-turn into some pickled shallots,
Shattered shards ticked gently between your toes.

Ask yourself, "Shouldn't I expect more?"

Slip and slide past the yellow caution sign,
Sigh and shrug as your feet begin to leave the floor.
Fly over registers of frustrated heads,
Heading towards the front door and into the trash can.

They say, "No, no. This is what living life is for."

Dumped properly in a swamp on the corner.
Corn bits and bran flakes filter through your nostrils.
Nothing's been gained from this whole ordeal,
Or maybe you're not destined to enjoy it.

The polish dripping on,
Spreads its wings like a swan.
Flash that skirt,
It doesn't hurt.
Looking so pristine,
Independent queen.

Face lays brightly bare,
Concealed by pithy hair.
Don't you shave,
It's what you crave.
Looking rough and mean,
Independent king.

The lines begin to blur.
Rigid roles grow dimmer.
Epicene,
Tear down the screen.
Authenticity,
Who you want to be.

I idle in the shower.

Outside my window, bees are dutifully
Assisting flowers in their seasonal ****, carrying
Loads of dusty ***** to potential mates.

A little girl walking to school trips, the sound of her skin
Slowly scraping against the aged ground touches the edges
Of the Earth, and falls into nothingness.

A swallow, keen and alert, quickly gathers brittle
Twigs for her three eggs, and, upon finding only two
remaining in their nest, she quietly sits and sleeps.

My face erodes in the shower.

In the end we remember what we
want,
We forget what we
need,
We mold the world around us,
And do so
Impulsively.
†

How I miss that spontaneous smile, and
The giggle that echoed off the walls
Of the universe, permeating every hopeless
Crevice and spawning endless joy.

How I long for the endless conversations
About boys, movies, and ukulele chords.
Your shoulder to cry oceans on, while your
Baby smooth fingers run through my messy hair.

How I wish his potent spell hadn’t
Sunk into your heart, meticulously *******
The bliss from life, and leaving you
Shriveled and somber.

How I cry when I see those speckled eyes
Flicker with tears, while you gulp down
All the pain, all the grief, all the anger
That festers inside your entire being.

How I love this gem, this rarity in humanity
That engulfs the world like a supernova of
Wonder and zest; and while the clouds of perdition
Loom overhead, your light will never snuffed.

I see the world in bombshells.
I see the world in pastels
Dripping down the stairwell,
Feeling bittersweet.

I bargain for my time awake.
I bargain for the past mistake
Clogging up my mind’s intake,
Feeling obsolete.

My plans were lofty, my plans were grand.
But now I’m drowning in a sea of hands.

I **** my idols because I can.
I **** my idols to be a man
Shredding my hopes inside a fan,
Feeling incomplete.

I see the world in pastels, bleached and beautiful.